So… blogging. It is reaching the end of my final semester of freshman year and this is the last blog post I will ever be required to do as part of my writing class.
When I first learned that this blog stuff was a required part of the class, I was not exactly thrilled. Making a blog meant having people read it, which meant that they would be judging my every post. I did not think I was ready.
But, I buckled down and starting writing these blog posts. And I found I enjoyed it for the most part. I am the type of person that likes to do stuff of their own free will so being required to do this kind of brought the enjoyment level down a little bit but that’s just me being stubborn.
I do enjoy writing. I enjoy the process, I enjoy reading what I’ve written. I’m pretty proud of some of my blog posts. But the statistics this site provides for blogs almost did me in. I found myself obsessing about how many hits my site got, how many people read my work. It was unhealthy to the max. This blog allowed me to reflect on what kind of writer I was. I discovered that I find a lot of my confidence in writing through the validation of others. And I discovered that I want to be confident in my writing because I like it, not because someone else likes it. And I’m working towards that.
There is a strange sense of finality as I’m writing these words. I don’t know if I’ll keep blogging. This experience definitely opened up my eyes to this world and how beneficial it can be for me. I learned a lot, and I like to think that I’ve grown as a writer.
Who knows what the future holds.
Until next time…